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Feb 20, 2009 11:44

I didn't end up having a huge birthday bash, after all. Just a little private get together - two people, actually. I figured society would understand if Mr Wayne was indisposed that evening, and unable to provide the token self-congratulatory speech due to his post-traumatic stress. We playboy billionaire folk rarely take well to knives in the ribs. Ruins the Armani.

One good thing about being stuck here: I have more time to myself. More time to spend with the people I never should have neglected. I realize that now. It was too late for all that, back home. I'd waited too long. Took things for granted. But I somehow lucked out and got another chance, here.

I kissed her, that's all. I know we can never have anything more, and I hate the word, but it was closure.

I know she understood, in the end, why I had to do it. Why I had to believe in Harvey Dent.

No...I just have to hope she did.

Looks like I'll be out of here soon, thanks to Mr Luthor. With any luck, I'll be gone by the end of the week. I... hope I won't be going alone.

rachel

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